One-Shot series

"Gerard, please!" Mikey whined, and Gerard is so not strong enough to resist the power of the puppy dog eyes, especially coming from a chubby-cheeked ten year old dressed in a dog costume. It was All Hallow's Eve, rapidly approaching ten o'clock at night, and Mikey wanted to go down just one more street. How could Gerard say no? He remembered being ten, even though they really should have gone home half an hour ago. Gerard was a softie. He would do almost anything for his baby brother, including dressing up as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz so that they could match. And that's why seventeen-year-old Gerard was struggling down the uneven streets in six inch red sparkly stilettos, a blue and white corset-type thing, and a matching skirt. The store had only had slutty Dorothy, unsurprisingly. Gerard would do almost anything for his baby brother.
They rounded the corner of the last street, Gerard almost slipping on some loose gravel, and started making their way down the slight slope. Most of the houses' lights were turned out for the night, but that didn't stop Mikey from approaching every house that seemed to still be awake. Gerard waited at the foot of the driveway, holding on to Mikey's bulging collection of sweets.
"Mikey! We gotta go home now, okay?" Gerard called as Mikey skipped back down the brick walkway of a plain white colonial. As the ten year old got closer, Gerard could see how his face paint nose had already been smudged to oblivion.
"Aww, but Gee, why can't we do a few more houses?"
Gerard sighed. "Mikes, there aren't any more houses. C'mon, we're the last
ones out." He said, tugging up the bust of the corset. It had been sagging down over the course of the night, and it really wasn't a good look. Plus, he'd had to ask his friend to buy him girl's underwear to go with his costume, because all he had were boxers that would peek out from under the miniskirt. Over all, he didn't mind the costume that much, but it wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world by a long shot. He had also sort of wanted to go to his friend Ray's Halloween party, but Mikey had insisted that Gee be the one to take him trick or treating. It was not a great night.
"Can I eat some candy?" Mikey asked when they were rounding the second to last corner until they reached their lovely beige suburban home. Gerard sighed and stopped, leaning up against an already crooked stop sign.
"Sure..." He said, reaching into the blue and white pillowcase and retrieving a MilkyWay. "Your favorite. MikeyWays."
"Gee-rard," Mikey giggled. "MilkyWay, not MikeyWay, silly goose!"
"What? I didn't quite catch that. Did you say MikeyWay?"
"Noo...." Mikey laughed, tugging on Gerard's hand. "MilkyWay!"
"Oh, Mikey Way. Okay, got it."
"You're a baboon. Even down to the rainbow butt."
"Why thank you." Gerard giggled. A rather accurate description on Mikey's part. They were starting to walk away when -
"Wait - hey! People!" A voice cried, halting both Ways in their tracks.
"Gerard, was that you?" The younger asked, looking up at his older brother
questioningly.
"No," was the only answer Gerard could give, and honestly the seventeen year old was nearly frantic, because someone was talking to them and they didn't know who. On Halloween.
"It's me!" The voice shouted again. "I'm - I'm stuck in this stupid fu - fricking,
fricking tree."
Gerard wheeled around, staring at the autumn-brown oak tree across the
street. "In the oak?"
"Yeah," the voice sighed, and when Mikey and Gerard scurried across the street, it was definitely apparent.
Perched on a tree branch about twenty feet off the ground sat a boy who looked to be about Gerard's age or a little younger, dressed in plain black skinny jeans and a hoodie, no clear costume.
"Hi!" Gerard called, and the boy jumped looking down at the Ways. It took a moment, but when the boy noticed Gerard's outfit, or lack thereof, a wildly pink blush spread across his cheeks.
"Oh."
Gerard couldn't help but giggle slightly as the boy shifted his weight awkwardly.
"We're going to help you down?"
"Oh thank god!" He exclaimed. "I've been up here for hours. My name's Frank,
by the way."
"Alright, Frank, let's get you out of the fricking tree."
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"Thank fu - fudge you got me down from there, I thought I was never gonna get
home," Frank sighed, stretching as he was finally able to stand on the ground
again. "God, do my thighs burn."
"You don't have to worry about swearing around me," Mikey chimed in for about the fifth time that night, not that Gerard or Frank really payed him any mind. They had eventually gotten Frank down by having him shimmy onto gradually lower branches as directed by Mikey, while Gerard hovered below in case the teenager were to fall. The fact that Frank couldn't help but blush every time he looked at Gerard really wasn't helping matters. However, Frank was now safely on the ground, and Mikey looked practically asleep on his feet. "Guys, really, thank you so much. Do you wanna come over or something? I live at the foot of Pond Street, if you wanna hang out and eat candy and shi- stuff," Frank offered, his eyes full of a hopeful light.
"Can't," Gerard said apologetically. "I gotta get MilkyWay here home."
"Mikey, baboon butt."
"After?" Frank pleaded.
"Um, I'll try? Probably. What's the number?"
"47. See you around eleven?"
"Hopefully."
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Gerard successfully brought Mikey home at 10:56, wincing at his mother's glare. They had been given an eleven pm "ultimate, be here or die" curfew, and the fact that they had barely made that wasn't exactly pleasing. His mom had raised an eyebrow when he had said he was going to a friend's house, maybe spending the night, but she trusted Gerard to not get himself killed. Friday nights in suburbia weren't exactly the definition of dangerous, and Pond Street
was only a block away. Gerard debated changing out of the god awful Dorothy costume, but then he remembered Frank's blush when he saw Gerard's costume, and okay, Gerard wasn't going to lie. Frank was hot. Frank was very, very hot, and he liked horror movies and comic books and wants tattoos and he's basically everything Gerard's looking for in a man. It was kinda ridiculous. So yeah, Gerard wanted to seduce Frank. His mother gave him another odd look as he stumbled back outside in his firetruck red high heels, but didn't question it. He let out a sigh of relief when he made it to the end if the street without issue.
Walking alone down the street late at night on Halloween is more terrifying than you would imagine. The feeling in the air is sinister, and every shadow could easily be a demon creeping up on you. But Gerard refused to let it get to him, and pressed onward until he reached number 47, at the base of Pond Street. Three sharp raps on the front door later, a friendly-looking middle-aged woman opened the door, a bright smile along with the remnants of face paint plastered to her skin.
"Hi!" She greeted. "Frankie said he would be expecting a friend. He's up on the second floor, last door on the left."
Ah, so this was Frank's mom. Gerard automatically liked her for her cheery attitude and lack of disapproval in his costume. When he had been out trick or treating earlier, he had gotten quite a few dirty looks for his skimpy attire, and that had annoyed him to no end. A girl can wear this without any strange looks, why shouldn't a boy be able to? What if that was how he chose to present himself?
Gerard shook his head free of the negative thoughts before struggling to climb
the stairs to the upper floor, careful not to trip on the dog toys that littered the
steps. When he finally reached the nondescript door at the end of the hallway, he hesitated. Did he really think this though? He had showed up at this guy's house with an outfit that was begging for someone to fuck him, and Frank's mom was home. Gerard didn't know if the other boy was even gay. Oh, god. What if this was just a huge, embarrassing, misunderstanding? He was there now, though, and it wasn't like he could turn back at this point. So he knocked shyly on the white painted door, slowly creaking it open when he heard a vaguely affirmative noise coming from the interior.
"Hi," Gerard mumbled, peeking his head out around the door. This was such a
bad idea.
Frank looked up from his video game. "Hi Gerard! Wha - why are you still in
your costume?"
Gerard blushed an even deeper shade of red, smoothing his hands over the blue plaid skirt. "Hi Frank. I, um. Made a bad decision?" He squeaked, stepping into the room and bracing himself for some kind of humiliation. However, it was Frank who seemed embarrassed. His eyes raked over Gerard's body in a painfully obvious way that couldn't have been intentional, and
a hot pink blush spread across his cheeks.
"Gerard," he half-whimpered, his voice breaking halfway through the word.
"Why are you wearing your costume?"
Gerard looked from Frank's dark eyes, to his flushed cheeks, and finally to the
bulge in the front of his skinny jeans before whispering, "do you want to be the
one to take it off?"
His facial expression was practically a mirror image of Frank's; all lustful eyes and flushed cheeks and gaping mouth. Gerard thought he saw the other boy's cock twitch in his pants at his words, but it could've been a figment of his imagination.
Frank sat at the edge of the bed, staring at Gerard with wide eyes.
"Would - would you let me?"
Gerard lost any self control he still grasped at that point. He lunged for the bed in an extremely ungraceful way, thanks to his high heels, but he still reached his target of kneeling next to Frank.
"Yes," he breathed, and abruptly shoved the smaller teen down until he was lying on his back, his shirt slightly rucked up and revealing a pale sliver of skin.
"Oh god," Gerard moaned, and promptly pressed his lips to Frank's. The kiss was rough and slightly uncomfortable and Gerard was fairly certain Frank accidentally bit his lip to blood, but it was still the best kiss Gerard had ever had. Gerard might not have been the most experienced dude out there, but he was by no means a virgin and knew a damn good kiss when he felt it.
"I gotta - I gotta -" he panted when he finally had to break free to breathe, pawing at Frank's shirt and trying to kick his stilettos off at the same time. "I wanna see you, get my fucking mouth all over you, then I want you to fuck me so hard I go fucking blind."
"Fuck," Frank panted. "Wasn't exactly expecting, but - I wanna, just let me -" he hissed, and pushed at Gerard's shoulders until he got them flipped over, kneeling between Gerard's thighs and pinning the taller boy's arms to the mattress. "Fuck yes."
Gerard stared up at Frank with dark eyes, "whatever you're going to do, do it now or else I literally will explode all over this perfectly good costume."
"Fine," Frank said with an easy smirk, and suddenly he was releasing Gerard's arms and sliding his hands down his sides until he could slip his fingers under the hem of the skirt. "I kinda wanna fuck you with the skirt on, that cool?"
"I honestly so not give a fuck at this point," Gerard admitted, because that was the flat out truth now that Frank's calloused, strong hands were creeping up the outside of his thighs, freezing in shock when they hooked under thin lace straps.
"Gerard?" Frank took a shaky breath. "You're wearing girls' underwear. Panties."
"I fucking know, just get them off," the effeminate teenager growled, and Frank didn't hesitate to comply, almost tearing the delicate material trying to fit them over Gerard's shoes.
Frank threw them somewhere across the room before pushing the skirt up, nudging Gerard's thighs up and apart. "So fucking pretty, man. You have no idea. When I first saw you, I almost popped a goddamn woodie."
"Ironic," Gerard noted. "Just fuck me now, please."
The mischievous grin reappeared on Frank's face and all of the sudden all Gerard could feel was warm, wet suck as Frank took his cock into his mouth, using the hand that wasn't rubbing small circles behind Gerard's balls to stroke whatever he couldn't fit past his lips.
"Oh god, Frankie! Fuck, fuck, Frankie, stop, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, stop," Gerard babbled almost hysterically, tugging at Frank's hair (when did his
hands get there, anyways?) and spreading his legs even further. Frank pulled off with a saliva-slick pop, looking up at Gerard. "Yeah?"
"Fuck me," Gerard whimpered, and the wait felt like hours as Frank leant over to the bedside table to grab the lube and condoms. "Wait, take your fucking clothes off, goddammit, Frankie," he groaned, sitting up and tugging at whatever part of Frank he could reach.
"Okay, okay," Frank comforted and wasted no time yanking his shirt over his head and shoving down his jeans. "Your clothes are staying on, though."
"Fine, fine, just get in me, I don't care," Gerard repeated for what seemed like the millionth time that night, and this time it felt like a split second before Frankie had a lube slick finger deep in his ass, and Gerard was practically writhing with it, his legs shaking and trying to fall open more, past the restraints of the miniskirt. "Fucking, Frank!"
"Hands and knees, hands and knees, it'll be easier," Frank coaxed the taller boy, removing his finger and rolling him over. Gerard was able to drag himself to all fours, but when Frank abruptly shoved back in with two fingers, his arms collapsed and he screamed into Frank's pillow.
Gerard couldn't see what was going on, but if he could he would see nothing but the proud look on Frank's face when he crooked his fingers just right, and every time Gerard had to muffle the noises he was making into the pillow. After all, Frank's mom wasn't all that far away. Soon after the third finger was added, Frank leaned over Gerard's back,
whispering into the other teenager's ear. "You ready?"
"Fuck yes, fuck yes, just do it," Gerard panted and Frank took that as a fucking engraved invitation, rolling on the condom and applying a generous amount of lube before slowly sliding home. Gerard was dying. Gerard had died and gone to Heaven, engulfed in that sweet
burn and reburying his face in the pillows to muffle the noise. Even then, Frank
could still hear the high-pitched almost-scream and grinned.
"Fucking hot as fuck, you know that?" He grunted, holding the high waist created by the corset and pulling Gerard back as he slammed into the other boy, gradually picking up speed. With every thrust, it seemed that the short, staccato moans got higher and higher, and that encouraged Frank to go even harder, faster until Gerard forgot his own name, until he could hit that one spot that he knew would make Gerard lose it in a heartbeat. It didn't take long; one small shift in angle and suddenly Frank was hitting Gerard's prostate with every thrust, and the taller boys eyes were rolling back into his head as he came so hard he saw goddamn stars, collapsing flat to the bed. Frank heaved him back up by the lacing on his corset and kept fucking into him, until pleasant aftershocks turned into shattering over stimulation. Frank came but a few moments later, his knees giving out as he fell into a lump on top of Gerard. His entire brain had just melted, he was fairly certain. And it was his birthday, too, which made it even more fucking awesome.
"Fuck. Best fuckin' birthday present ever, I'm just gonna say," he whispered, kissing the base of Gerard's neck.
"It's your birthday?" Gerard mumbled sleepily. "Fuckin' awesome birthday, man, now you really have to date me."
"You can count on that," were the last words that Frank could get out before they both dozed off into dreamland. Tomorrow morning Frank's mom would almost certainly not be very happy, but whatever. Orgasms fucking rule.
It was the best Halloween ever.

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